Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

[quote="Daaharu"]Linh was a cool, calculating submission specialist. The hold that she had managed to contort Fallon into during the first round of their fight was a complex, painful one, one that had almost had Fallon

She was working on some strikes of her own in the past, but they were more for keeping the enemy away and briefly stunning them rather than any serious lasting damage.

Knowing that Fallon dragging her to somewhere probably wasn't anywhere she would really like, Fallon did she did best and struck out with her legs. First pressing her palms against the ground, she pushed off and kicked upwards, bringing up her other leg to try to rab around Fallon's like a very energetic snake. If it worked, she would attempt to use her leverage and weight to bring the tougher girl to the ground and into a simple armbar. After that beating she'd been given, she honestly didn't think she could pull off anything more complex!

She was working on some strikes of her own in the past, but they were more for keeping the enemy away and briefly stunning them rather than any serious lasting damage.

Knowing that Fallon dragging her to somewhere probably wasn't anywhere she would really like, Fallon did she did best and struck out with her legs. First pressing her palms against the ground, she pushed off and kicked upwards, bringing up her other leg to try to rab around Fallon's like a very energetic snake. If it worked, she would attempt to use her leverage and weight to bring the tougher girl to the ground and into a simple armbar. After that beating she'd been given, she honestly didn't think she could pull off anything more complex![/quote]

â€œRight, rightâ€¦â€ Fallon replied, when Linh insisted she be taken seriously as a striker. â€œYou know, if you want, we can see whoâ€™s the better striker with a belly punching contest.â€ She licked her lips. â€œI kinda like those, you know.â€

Fallon had ahold of both of Linhâ€™s legs and was dragging the Vietnamese woman like a sack of potatoes back towards the center of the ring. She was certain that she had this second round wrapped up, but she was wary of her opponent getting in maybe one more good try at turning the tables. As it turned out, she was right to worry. Linh flailed her legs and managed to bring Fallon down to the mat again, where the Californian found her arm being wrenched to the side for a painful armbar. â€œNnngh!â€ Fallon grunted. No way was she going to let this happen.

â€œNnnf! Nice try!â€ Fallon said, as she would quickly take action to escape. One arm was immobilized, but the rest of her body was free. Quick as a flash, Fallon would twist her lower body upwards, then would launch a hard kick at Linhâ€™s belly, trying to force the Vietnamese woman to let her go.

The impact made her gasp but the pain helped her react. Rolling away, she was satsified that she'd at least managed to damage Fallon's arm. It seemed they were an interesting pair of opposites; she had leg power, but Fallon might as well have been a professional boxer. However, she wasn't going to wait for her to come her way.

As Fallon was getting up, Linh would attempt to roll forwards and get behind her legs. Her own would quickly shoot up and wrap around the latina's thighs before attempting to push her forward face first into the mat! If she was successful, she'd attempt to go for a reverse leg bar.

Fallonâ€™s kick managed to land hard in Linhâ€™s stomach and convinced the Vietnamese woman to back off. While she did most of her striking with her arms, Fallon was pretty proud of her legs, too, and was happy to give her sparring partner a little sample of what she could do with her lower limbs.

â€œKeep on doing your best!â€ Fallon said, as she rolled up onto her knees. â€œIâ€™ll keep doing better than that!â€

As she was getting up, Linh attacked her again, and Fallon squawked as her legs were captured by the Vietnamese wrestlerâ€™s and she was brought down onto her front on the mat, her legs wrapped up. Reacting quickly, Fallon would use her arms and pull her body upwards, trying to keep Linh from locking her hold in as Fallon would then lunge towards the ropes, trying to grab onto them to gain that additional leverage.

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"The feeling is mutual!" she shouted as Fallon lurched forward. Fallon didn't look like it but she was practically a small power plant and against Linh, could afford to simply muscle her way out of a sticky situation. Linh squeezed and pulled but it only made Fallon even more determined to drag herself to the ropes like a very desperate sea turtle! Linh though wasn't just solely about leg locks.

Suddenly releasing her arms, she transitioned the grip so the forelength of Fallon's leg would be being bent inwards against her crotch. She'd fall forwards and attempt to clutch her head against the inside of her biceps, locking a hand around to put her into an [url=http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/717230?tags=reimu_hakurei+wrestling:26mo7hyf]STF.[/url:26mo7hyf]

Fallon managed to drag herself towards the ropes, and Linh along with her. Just before she could make it, however, her Vietnamese opponent readjusted her position. She bent one of Fallonâ€™s legs inwards, then reached up and tried to get an arm around Fallonâ€™s chin, trying to put her in yet another torturous hold.

Well, Linh could struggle and fight back all she wanted, but Fallon was not going to get trapped in another inescapable hold, and she was not going to lose the second fall of their sparring match. Linh was quite the handful, but it was her turn to lose, and Fallon wouldnâ€™t quit until she had forced a nice, clear submission out of her exotic foe.

â€œGnnh!â€ Fallon groaned. One hand shot up to Linhâ€™s wrist, yanking on it and twisting it hard to try to pull the Vietnamese womanâ€™s arm away from her neck. The other hand would ball up into a fist. Fallon would fling it backwards, trying to slam it into Linhâ€™s stomach for another belly punch.

Once again, it was the classic matchup of raw strength versus technical skill! Fallon was like a stubborn mule, unwilling to give any ground but Linh was pumping into her neck. She wasn't quite as built but she had a lithe body that was curvy in all the right places and not primarily with soft plush. Her own arm muscles flared up and she put more pressure on the leg, almost bending her like a pretzel. That all ended when one of the key points of teh hold was targetted.

Linh cursed uner her breath was her arm was twisted but knew better than to stick around. As she rolled off, she saw a darting blur flying towards her. It didn't hit her belly the the blow to her side stunned her, making her seethe. She rolled off to rub the side, deciding to give her partner some breathing space.

"Do you muscle your way out of all your holds Fallon my fiend? It's so masculine of you~"

Fallonâ€™s natural reaction to being put in any sort of hold was to kick and swing her arms and fight like an absolute demon until her opponent gave up and was forced to let her go for fear of getting her belly and her face bashed in. That strategy worked like a charm with Linh, who, after a rough twisting of her arm and a hard shot to her side, let go of Fallon and rolled away, giving the belly fetishist a chance to take a deep breath and roll over into a kneeling position.

â€œNo hold can hold me!â€ Fallon boasted proudly, jabbing a thumb at her own chest. She grinned as she lifted herself up onto her feet. â€œIâ€™m pretty macho that way, you know. It balances out the femininity of my boobs and my butt, you know.â€ She pushed her breasts out and shook them back and forth, teasing Linh and giving her a little show.

"Femmacho huh? We joked in the locker rooms..." She realized she was getting nostalgic and cleared her breath, looking away for a few seconds. "Back in Aphrodite Productions, that all he she-meatheads were packing a little extra down there~"

The chuckled a little before rising to her feet. She didn't feel too worn out but that wa smostly her raw excitement talking. Once she hit the showers the pain would be starting to flare and she wouldn't be so chipper. Moving over to Fallon, she traced a hand along her tummy teasingly.

"You're quite focused on tummies. Punching and flexing..." She gently moved her own closer, gracing its smooth but well toned surfacea gainst her own. "There were a lot of girls where I'm from, oh they'd do more than show off. Catch you on the ground, and they'd go out of their way to crush your abs flat with their own. Just to make a point."